My friend Sasha once invited a group of us over to his apartment to read Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons from start to finish, the kind of intellectual social exercise that works better in theory than practice. Only knowing Stein by …
In the context of Canadian culture, I tend to associate heritage with “Dr. Penfield, I can smell burnt toast.” That is, institutionally-endorsed moments wherein Canadians prove themselves to be somehow exemplary—especially compared to Americans and the British. Heritage has a …
I saw The 20th of November the other night, attended by an audience so sparse I felt a pang of sympathy for performer Sina Gilani, who smiled from the far end of the Chamber as we trickled in. The play …